his!

curses him mentally, and grudgingly hands over the giant egg. He bought them with good intentions but all morning he wanted to just keep it.

grins brightly, handing Ireland his egg. There was a couple of bars of tablet inside it too. 'Ta~'

eases on the grudge when he receives his one. 'Cheers,' He shakes it and can hear something inside. He grin, knowing what it is. _

'Ah, feckin' brilliant.'

winks, 'Glad to see you appreciate it.'

nods. He then turns to his shoreline by St George's Channel and kicks Wales' egg across the water and it lands perfectly in Cardiff. _

'Think he'll find it?'

got them each something for Easter as well, but he's not sure he wants to give them to them.

backs him up into a wall, hands out expectantly for his egg.

glares a bit at him, he really doesn't think Ireland deserves an egg.

got him one, and he hasn't tormented Arthur in a while so he deserves it for good behaviour.

he's just been to busy getting drunk to torment him.

...been doing other things, and is stung at the accusation.

would be shocked to hear that, he's never really considered him for more than a drinker.

doesn't need alcohol. He could easily go without, no problem!

would love to see him try it. He pushes him away lightly before he hands him a wrapped chocolate egg.

takes the egg, grinning widely. 'Cheers, Art'r! And I've got a bet for you - I bet I can go longer without alcohol than you can tea.'

his egg an' all!

glares and shakes his head. "No you wouldn't last an hour." He handed Greg his chocolate egg as well.

eyes Greg's egg too, firguring he could maybe snatch it when the Scot isn't looking. 'I can last an hour!' He says, almost sure. 'But if_

yer so certain then agree to my bet. Loser has to do whatever the winner tells them.' He smirks.

already opening the egg to try the chocolate. Tough luck Ire... 'I want in too.'

Greg a noogie. 'Feck, you'd be a worse player than I would, the way you drink tea and alcohol!' He glances at Arthur, 'But maybe we could_

make it a family deal. Whoever succeeds reigns supreme, right?'

frowns at the two of them, he didn't want to make any kind of bet with them.

England his best shit eating grin, 'Come on Artie.'

scoffs, deliberately giving the Englishman a patronising look. 'Typical Art'r. Claims to be just as good as us but with feck-no courage.'

glared now, "I am not making any more bets with the two of you."

huffs, leaning on Ireland dramatically. 'He's all grown up and won't form brotherly bond with us anymore Declan...'

continued to glare at them. "I'm not making a bet with the two of you."

hums, pulling Greg away but loudly announces 'I feel like crying, Greggers. Perhaps we should look out the old family album - you know, the_

one that has baby Art'r in nappies and drool all over him. Bet Portugal would find those adorable.'

grins widely, 'Sounds like a wonderful idea Brendan... that would soothe my broken heart.'